Chapter Two - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Four years later
“Aw come on dad, I’m sixteen, I don’t need a babysitter,” Dean lamented as he pulled up alongside his dad’s truck. “Why can’t I go on this hunt with you, I’m ready.”
“I’ll decide when you’re ready son. I just need you to look after your brother while I’m gone.”
“I always do. But why here?”
“You don’t like a home cooked meal and soft bed sheets every once in awhile? Joyce Summers enjoys having you boys around. She promised your mother she’d always look after you and I won’t need to worry about you. Now do as I ask Dean.”
“Are we really going to be here for a week?”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, don’t get into trouble. Now go.”
Dean dragged his brother out of the car and walked up to the porch. He sighed as he looked over at Sam, his head buried in a book. The younger Winchester tore his eyes away briefly.
“Buffy’s house,” he said.
Dean rolled his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a genius Sammy.”
Expecting Joyce to answer, Dean was surprised when Buffy opened the door. Her hair was a darker blonde and cascaded around her shoulders. She was wearing a black sweatshirt and a dark blue skirt. She blew a bubble as her green eyes regarded the brothers casually.
“Mom! Sam and Dean are here.”
Buffy opened the door wider to let them in. Joyce was in the kitchen somewhere. Sam got comfortable in the living room and continued reading.
“I’m going over to Kristy’s now.”
“Did you do your homework?”
“I’ll do it Sunday night.”
“Or you can get a head start.”
“Can I stay longer when I’m done?”
“We’ll see, now go.”
Buffy frowned as she dashed upstairs.
“Sam, Dean, come on in.”
Dean sauntered into the kitchen to find Joyce taking a tray of cookies out of the oven. He noticed Buffy’s special M & M cookie among the batch.
“Dean, let me look at you.”
Joyce smiled at the young man.
“You are growing into such a handsome young man.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Call me Joyce. I made cookies for later.”
One hour later, Buffy charged down the stairs and hurriedly entered the kitchen. She placed a bunch of papers on the kitchen table where Joyce and Dean were seated.
“See? All done. Can I go now?”
“Will there be boys at this party?”
“No mom, it's a tea party.”
Dean chuckled, earning a glare from Buffy.
“Kristy’s parents will be there. It’s just a couple of girls from school.”
“Well, okay. I want you home by nine.”
“Fine,” she muttered.
She raced to the door when her mother said, “Why don’t you take Dean and Sam with you?”
“Buffy, don’t be rude.”
“I don’t need a chaperone.”
“I didn’t say you did. I’m sure the boys want to go out instead of being stuck with the old folks. Besides, with such a responsible young man like Dean, I might be inclined to let you stay out a little longer.”
Buffy stared down her mother but quickly realized she couldn’t win this debate. She sighed.
“Fine,” Buffy huffed.
“Dean, I trust you won’t let anything crazy happen?”
“Absolutely,” Dean said.
Buffy swept her eyes on the plate of cookies on the counter.
“Hey, where’d my special cookie go?”
She looked over at Dean, who smirked at her before going into the living room.
“Hey Sammy, feel like going to a party?”
Sam didn’t look up from his book, “Not really.”
“Come on Sammy, all you do is read books, when are you going to let yourself have some fun?”
“Reading is fun.”
“Man, you are pathetic. Get your jacket and let’s go.”
“I don’t want to go to a party Dean, I want to finish reading my book. Besides, you’re just going to dump me in some corner when you find a girl to hook up with. I’m better off here.”
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “Fine, be a lame ass dork then.”
“Kristy’s parents have a huge library Sam.” Buffy replied, waiting impatiently in the foyer.
“They live in the biggest house in the Valley.”
“Huh, well okay, I’ll go.”
Sam shrugged into his coat and caught up to his brother and Buffy outside. Buffy climbed into the backseat and gave Dean directions. Once he pulled away from the curb, Buffy started rummaging through her large backpack. She winced at the music filling the car.
“What are you listening to? My ears are ringing.”
“Yeah well that’s because their sugar coated from all that boy band crap you listen to.”
Buffy pulled out a white silk top from her bag and yanked her black sweat shirt off, exposing her bra.
“What are you doing back there?”
“Eyes to the road pervert!”
“Trying to drive but you’re blocking the window. Sit down already.”
Sam couldn’t help but twist around to meet Buffy’s glaring eyes. He quickly looked forward. Buffy finished changing her top and sat back down.
“Well Sammy, I guess that’s officially your first flashing.”
“Shut up Dean,” Buffy snapped, “Why do you pick on Sam so much?”
“He’s my brother, it’s my job.”
“Well lay off, Sam’s a nice guy and there’s a shortage of them in the world.”
Buffy stuffed her sweatshirt in her bag and checked her makeup as they pulled up to a huge mansion.
“Well, you weren’t exaggerating.”
Buffy tore out of the car and raced up the brick steps not waiting for the boys. She anxiously rang the doorbell three times when Sam and Dean caught up. The faint sounds of rock music could be heard inside. A young brunette girl answered the door.
“Buffy, glad you could make it. Come on in.”
Kristy’s blue eyes flashed on the two boys standing in the doorway.
“You brought dates?”
Buffy rolled her eyes, “No, just friends.”
“Oh, well come on in, party’s outside on the deck.”
Buffy followed Kristy through the long corridor and through a lavishly decorated living room to the patio deck. There was a big pool and a Jacuzzi along with a large barbeque. A group of boys were lounging on the deck, watching some of the girls dancing.
“This is my brother Dave. He’s on barbeque duty.”
Dave gave a wave as he flipped over a bunch of hamburger patties.
“Where’s the library?”
Dean lightly punched Sam in the arm. Kristy seemed interested in Sam and smiled.
“It’s upstairs next to my dad’s office. Why don’t we grab some punch and I’ll show you.”
Kristy slipped her hand around Sam’s arm and guided him back inside. Dean eyed the crowd. This was definitely not a “small group” of friends. There were some kids his age and a couple of others in college. He spied Buffy on the dance floor with a blonde kid who looked like he jumped straight out of a GAP ad. He was taller than her and seemed a little older. Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” played on the outdoor speakers as the preteen crowd sang along and showed off their dance moves. GAP boy grinned as he grabbed Buffy by the waist and coaxed her into echoing his hip grinding movements.
Dean frowned, not liking the look on Gap boy’s face. Dave brought a platter of patties and set them on a table full of snacks and refreshments.
“Hey man, you know how to play poker?”
Dean shrugged, “A little.”
“Well, as soon as I finish this last batch, my friends and I are having a game in the back, my little brother usually sits in but he’s sick so we’ve got room for one. Interested?”
“Maybe, what do you play with?”
Dave grinned, “Hard earned cash man.”
Sam eventually returned with a stack of books in his arms. He sat down on a patio lounge and cracked open one of the texts. After sitting with him, Kristy got up and joined the dance crowd. Dean sighed at his anti-social brother. Dave whistled and signaled to him. Dean nodded, crossing over to Sam.
“Keep an eye on your kissing cousin over there.”
Sam glanced over at Buffy, “Why? She seems to be having fun.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Just watch her, I’ll be back in awhile.”